Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Zimbabwe and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Grandmaster Flash to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dead Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pantaleimon,
the Human League,
The Gun Club,
Iggy Pop,
Delta 5,
Ludus,
Marmalade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Warsaw,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sonic Youth,
Thompson Twins,
R.M.O.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Sixth Finger,
Roxette,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Don Cherry,
Moebius,
Dennis Brown,
H. Thieme,
Little Man,
Brick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun City Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Matthew Bourne,
the Normal,
China Crisis,
Oneida,
The Angels of Light,
The Skatalites,
Gichy Dan,
This Heat,
Black Bananas,
The Litter,
Ronnie Foster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Icehouse,
Ponytail,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sarah Menescal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Q65,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Funkadelic,
Zapp,
Talk Talk,
Cymande,
KRS-One,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.